Falling like ashes to the ground

It was sad that history repeated itself, and if Elgar’nan had anything to say about it, things were only going to get worse from here on out, now that he was whole and awake. History really would repeat itself, only in a more precise, deja vu, kinda way. He nodded in acknowledgement as he took another drag.

He laughed with her about the needing to pee thing, granted he laughed now, but oh man when he woke up he felt like he was brimming to burst. Not a great feeling on top of the whole groggy confused feeling of where am and oh of course the most important question fo when am I. As the conversation shifted to him being an ancient, he shrugged.

Who hasn’t? Tried to stay neutral in the shit storm back then. I mean I never met them myself. He thought about that day he helped Little Flea escape Andruil’s kingdom, told her to head straight for Sylaise’s Kingdom. There’d been rumours she was better to slaves and that she’d take fleeing slaves from other kingdoms in order to protect them. He didn’t want to talk about Little Flea though, so he decided to leave that bit out.

There were rumours, rumours that she only took slaves to keep them safe from the likes of Andruil and Elgar’nan and anyone else who was shit to people. Rumours that if a person could make to their kingdom they’d be safe. He paused and took another drag, trying to push thoughts of Little Flea out of his mind. Like I said, I’ve never met Sylaise personally, but compared to Elgar’nan I’d consider them a Saint.